Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
"Shit, who got you?" Elias asks.
"Fuck knows. There was way too much flailing out there today."
"Put some ice on it," I tell him. "That kind of bruise can start out minor and end up causing the whole joint to immobilize."
"Yeah. I'll go show Freya."
She's our sports therapist. She'll know exactly what to do.
"That was a great play." Elias addresses me as he towels his cock. This is one thing I'm not going to miss when my football career is over. I've seen enough junk over the years to render me blind."
"Thanks. It felt good."
He nods, dropping his towel to the bench and searching for his underwear in his bag. It's been over a week since the afternoon at Travis's house. Over a week since Elias last got his cock out in front of me, although then, I didn't really notice. I was too busy focusing on Celine's naked body to care about anything else. But the sex had been hot. Hotter because watching Celine come over and over again at the hands, mouths, and cocks of other men just about blew my mind.
Elias might be arrogant, but he knows how to fuck.
"Celine was watching," I tell Elias.
He pretends not to be interested, but the corner of his mouth twitches, and I know differently. "There were a lot of people watching."
"Right."
I shove my foot into my sneaker, pulling the laces tightly and twisting them into a bow, then repeat with the other foot. This locker room smells like a marinated jockstrap dunked in blue cheese. The poor air freshener has given up trying.
"I'm gonna go and find her. You coming?"
Elias shrugs but grabs his white shirt and yanks it over his head, rummaging for his sneakers.
I wait for him, even though he hasn't said yes. Around us, the team chats shit about the girls they're intending to celebrate their victory with. Eddie's in the middle, yapping on about some other girl he's fucking. The guy is such a piece of shit that I can't even stand hearing his voice. Everything that comes out of his mouth involves inflating his own ego or putting someone else down.
Elias glances in his direction with a side-eye that's so vicious Eddie should drop down dead as a result.
"Fucking asshole," he mutters under his breath.
"He really is."
I stand and lift my bag. Elias grabs his hold all, and we make our way out of the locker room door.
"There they are. Celine's bitches." Eddie laughs loudly at his own joke, and there is a small ripple of laughter from the men surrounding him that dies when Elias and I turn our heads slowly to look at him in disgust.
"You say something?" Elias asks.
"Yeah, I said you're Celine's bitch."
I half expect Elias to drop his bag and punch Eddie in the face, but instead, he just laughs. It's a big booming, full-bellied laugh that stops Eddie in his tracks. His expression turns from smug to pissed. "You seriously running with this shit, Eddie? Like, seriously. Are you so jealous that your ex is getting to experience the kind of dick you could never provide, you need to toss out stupid comments in the locker room? Like, dude, get a fucking life."
He turns to me, shaking his head, then leaves Eddie behind with his cronies.
Outside the locker room, I breathe in a long lungful of fresh air. "You handled that well."
Elias shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "That guy is just so fucking pathetic. Who can take anything he says seriously?"
"I still can't believe Celine was with him for so long."
"He wore her down, but she's learned her lesson."
As though we conjure her with our conversation, Celine appears with Gabriella, Kain, Ellie, and Colby. "That was so good," she squeals, running into my arms and squeezing me around my neck. I envelop her in a huge hug, breathing in her sweet scent. But before I have a chance to really relish the press of her body against mine, she lets go of me to focus her attention on Elias. The hug she gives him matches the one she gave me, but he doesn't hug her back. I fix him with a stare because I can't work out what's going on with him. Is he trying to make her feel like shit? If he is, he's no fucking better than Eddie.
"That play." Kain claps me on the shoulder with his big hand, jolting me from my thoughts and nodding appreciatively.
"Makes me want to play again," Colby admits.
"It felt good," I admit, rubbing my hand over the back of my neck. "I mean, who doesn't want to set up the win?"
"ELIAS."
The name is yelled out by a gruff voice, which slurs slightly at the end, lingering on the s. We all turn to find a man wearing Elias's face but with at least twenty years of wear and tear. In jeans, a plaid shirt, and worn boots, he has a scruffiness about him that makes me do a double take. It's the combination of his rough clothes and his reddened face that makes me pause.